Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.